Violent threats
I haven't been threatened with severe violence in quite a while! To the point that I had quite forgotten how it felt... Well I was threatened tonight.
I'd been flirting with this girl for most of a month, by text message. We met at her place after I spun fire there, but for two and half weeks, we keep missing each other, except for one all-too-brief chance meeting as I was spinning fire in the empty lot near where we live at midnight or 2 one night.
I'd been flirting with this girl for most of a month, by text message. We met at her place after I spun fire there, but for two and half weeks, we keep missing each other, except for one all-too-brief chance meeting as I was spinning fire in the empty lot near where we live at midnight or 2 one night.
We *finally* went out together Saturday night, to the suuuuper-gay part of San Francisco, to get drunk with her gay friend, V. I stole a few kisses, the first one after she apologized for being gross. Sweaty, maybe? Most attractive "gross" person I've ever seen.
After 2am diner food, a drunk trans-bay bus ride home, and her saying she would
totally come over, but it was V's last night in
town, and he was leaving early, I asked for and received one last goodnight kiss (why can't I be that bold when I *haven't* been drinking? hmm... why can't I...).
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Also reminds me of a saying (by Adolphe Ricard?) on the wall of Casa Robino: "Les femmes sont comme les oranges, les plus belles sont rarement les meilleures."